yoren
Colt - Mustang Crossbreed - red roan[ee aa Rr] - 15.2hh(wfg)
Ok, deep breath. His little sides sunk in and then moved outwards again. He peeked a glance at the taller creature above him, his to large of ears slanting forwards. So the monster wasn't going to eat him. He gave a little jerk of his head, up and down in a nod. It was mostly to himself, but the way he does it would make him look weird and awkward, the way a foal should be. Gently shoving upwards now, his shaky legs allowed him to stand, he was at least shoulder height with the new horse. Lifting his little red face, he snuffed out a greeting like mum would do with him, his nose stretching almost to meet the other.
Stifling her own laughter, Neassa descended the slope a bit more gracefully than her day old son had. It was when she safely made it to the clearing below that she took in her child attempting to greet his father, and then her eyes moved upwards toward Solgars face, his expression and the way he held his ears back, whether it be in anger or discomfort. She gave a harsh snort and narrowed her brown orbs. Could he not at least show the boy any type of affection? Lashing her tail, she stalked nearer to the pair, a quiet nicker escaping her when Yoren turned to his mother with a big grin. It was evident he was enjoying meeting someone new.
Stopping near the front of her blue roan, her eyes moved to meet his, a small flame flickering in the depths of her orbs. She would not snap, as of yet. Rubbing her muzzle against his, her affection clearly shown, her voice softly whispers between them, "a son." She pulled back chuckling when the roan colt bumped his way between his mother and the stallion. "you should be proud Solgar, and happy. He's less likely to tug and bug you." She lowered her head, forelock moving forward to brush against her sons face as she met his big ears.
Feeling the movement beside him from his new perch, he moved his head up at the same moment his dam brushed his ears with her lips, "meet your father little one," he listened intently to those words, and pulled away with a bewildered expression. He turned to the stallion, head tilting to the side in question to his mothers words. "Fa?," His small voice chirped, eyes almost as round as one of Neassa's hoofs. Tossing Solgar a look, Neassa hoped he'd choose his next actions carefully. He could either break it or make this small moment for their child.
Don't give up because you're losing.
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